Posted by: Esther Chang
Here are two stories of bullying which I extracted from Stomp portal which will be essential to understand how victims cope with bullying in secondary school and what sort of methods bullies will employ.
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deathgaze:
hmm.. yeah. bullies. i was an easy target during my primary and secondary school days..
imho, telling your parents or teachers doesn’t make the situation better. it’ll only make things worse. parents and teachers are not the police, you know..
most of the time i ended up crying to myself… “nothing but a bashing doll”. i would have retaliate but we all know usually bullies has links to secret societies.. well, at least during my time, it was the era of ah bengs everywhere… one wrong move and it’s on to “settle things beyond the classroom” if you know what i mean.. you’re considered lucky if you even managed to report to the authorities.. lol.
it’s no surprise why psychologists relate the victims’ feelings with “fear, pain, hatred, power.”
fear because they’ve been picked on.
pain because it really hurts.
hatred. the sight of these bullies just irritates the person.
power. “with power, things would be different”.
thank goodness those days are over. lol..
Stomp_Team:
Your Gen Y stories on bullying in schools over the past 2 Sundays have struck a chord in me.I was bullied when I was in Secondary 2, when I was a student in one of the top girls’ schools here. I’m now in JC2, but my experience in Sec 2 has made me extremely self conscious and sensitive to
others’ opinions of me, and there are still remnants of that today.
I have to admit, I had a little bit of an ‘attitude problem’ back then,
perhaps overeager to share what I knew with my classmates during lessons,
to the point of being show-off. There were also times when I was
insensitive, even making a groupmate cry when I strongly proclaimed my
opinion that her idea was not good enough to be used for our project, and
thus as group leader refused to use it.
All along I remained oblivous to my classmates’ true opinions about me as
they never mentioned anything to me, until one day when a girl (let’s call
her A) wrote her blog address on the blackboard in class. Out of
curiousity, I went to the blog, only to find unpleasant comments about
myself. I no longer remember exactly what they were, but I was extremely
shocked and hurt because I thought they were my friends right up till that
point of time. The discussion about me continued in the guestbook attached
to the blog:can you imagine what it feels like, to suddenly find out you’ve
been observed by your classmates every single second you’re within sight?
They had comments to make about every single action, every word I said and it felt as though everything I did was wrong, or unacceptable.
Soon, the mean comments spilled over into offline life too. A and her group
of friends, which made up about half the class, would talk about me in
front of me, as if I wasn’t even there. They said things like “Somebody
thinks she’s very smart” etc etc, or start s******ing, which I just knew was
directed at me, or are about me although the speaker may not
explicitly mention my name. It was the tone of voice as well as the words
that stung and cut into my heart.
The few friends I had in class advised me to ignore them, but that is
easier said than done,especially when you feel as strong a need to tell
your side of the story as I did then…
As the year went on I got depressed, and there were times when I would look down from the highest floor of the school building, and wonder what it would be like to jump down: would they regret? The only thing i could do
was weather the year out and hope that things would be better the next
year, so boy was i glad when in Sec 3, due to a difference in the subject
combinations I chose, I was posted to a class with entirely different
people save for 1 girl.
It was a fresh start, but the past didn’t let go that easily, because A and
her friends were quite popular throughout school and word about me had
already spread to the people in my class who were her friends, or linked to
them.They thus had preconceived notions about me. I’m glad I proved these
notions wrong.
There were times when a few in the class ridiculed my actions
and habits, once to the extent of taking digital photographs and posting
them, and spamming my blog tagboard. Once they even posted mean remarks in my cousin’s tagboard, just because his blog was linked to mine. However, the incidents were minor and I didn’t feel as depressed over them, partly
because of the strength I gained from my sec 2 experience and also because my best friends in the class supported me and assured me of myself.
The people who know what happened to me in sec 2 wonder at how I seem to be able to go on laughing as if nothing happened. They say I’m strong, but I think it’s weakened me a little because I’ve become slightly paranoid about pleasing people, for fear of a repeat of the sec 2 incident. I have this
urge to make sure that none of my actions can be criticised in that way,
the criticism over the smallest thing will make me extremely self
conscious, over whether it’s acceptable or not. I’ve become more
comfortable with myself as my friends are pretty open minded and wouldn’t
judge me just because of some eccentricities, but among people I’m not so
close with there’s still that paranoia, because I can’t forget how people
who seem to be okay with you may actually hate you.
I would be lying if I said I’m not upset over my sec 2 form teacher’s
failure to intervene, there was so much more she could have done, and it
would have helped if she had stepped in, but I realise that she might not
even have been aware that it was bullying, if she was even aware of the
actual situation at all–that it was not just the class being displeased
with me. Still, she made it seem like I was the one at fault, that it was
solely my character that caused the rift between my class and I, and that
made her very hard to approach to talk about the matter to.
I’d like people, educators and parents especially, to know that bullying is
not always obvious and detectable, especially the emotional kind which
girls are more likely to resort to. In every dispute in class, every case
of an ‘outcast’ from class who just can’t get along, things may not be what
they seem and an educator should deeper beneath the surface–there may just be a case of emotional bullying that is not immediately noticeable. It
could save a life, for I think someone else in my position then may have
really commited suicide to escape from all that.
Evon
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From these two stories, I realise that in order for victims to speak up, their teachers and parents need to provide a supportive and non-judgmental environment for them to share. In these two cases, I note that one tried to tell the teacher about the hurtful name-callings but the teacher pushed the blame to the victim by saying that the victim is difficult to get along with.
What the teacher could have done is to look at both sides of the story. Perhaps the teacher may be busy with school work but the least she could do is to refer this case to a school counsellor.